Dr. Octavius gives a quiet grunt at the last, but once the bullet's out at least the worst of it should be over. A talon moves closer to eye the bullet, and draws away again.
"...I'll keep that in mind." He sighs, and folds his other arm across the chair back so he can rest his head on it. "If costumed so-called superheroes keep dogging me at every turn, I may need patching up again." He's been feeling rough, frankly, since he staggered out of the hospital the night after the arms were welded to him via electrocution. "You must get a lot of work, in this neighborhood."
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"...I'll keep that in mind." He sighs, and folds his other arm across the chair back so he can rest his head on it. "If costumed so-called superheroes keep dogging me at every turn, I may need patching up again." He's been feeling rough, frankly, since he staggered out of the hospital the night after the arms were welded to him via electrocution. "You must get a lot of work, in this neighborhood."